Is there something wrong with playing Genshin Impact in the dungeon?

Perhaps, even someone as eccentric as him would subconsciously yearn for 'beautiful' things.

Of course, he would never admit his true feelings about this.

But being stubborn and refusing to admit it is one thing, while the genuine longing in one's heart... is another.

In short, it was precisely while harboring these conflicting emotions that he saw...

I saw the Genshin Impact girl I had met once before.

That stranger who presumptuously uttered 'nice words'.

Under the spotlight, she sang a melody that did not originate from this world.

The initial rhythm was an incredibly gentle, ethereal, and crisp sound, like stardust.

Not long after...

"Some deserts on this world (planet) were once oceans?"

"Even places shrouded in darkness will see the sun shine?"

"Occasionally, you'll see dying birds falling to the ground."

"But it has also soared high in the sky~?"

……

The werewolf youth doesn't understand music.

His hometown is a plain in the north of the continent, near 'Dragon Valley'. Born into a tribe skilled in hunting, he had a powerful chieftain father, a generous mother, a cute little sister named 'Luna', a gentle childhood friend, and... a group of werewolf children his age who always followed him around, calling him 'Big Brother'.

He was instilled with the idea of ​​'survival of the fittest' by his father from a young age, and he never forgot to sharpen his 'claws' and 'fangs'.

The people of the tribe do not believe in God. They all follow the teachings of their ancestors and do not want to receive so-called 'divine grace' or protection.

Even so, the werewolf clan is still able to hunt down many monsters thanks to the 'skills and tactics' they have accumulated over the years.

Especially when he goes berserk under the moon, his combat power is invincible.

Wolves are terrifying 'monsters' in themselves.

They were thus known by neighboring countries as the "masters of the plains".

Many powers, including the Kingdom of Lachia, extended olive branches to this tribe, but all were rejected by Bert's father.

This is an ancestral instruction.

However, things that do not seek change will only continue to fall behind the times.

Then, one day...

The real 'monster' has appeared.

It was an ominous behemoth with wings, yet unable to fly.

Its scales deflect all weak attacks, and a single roar can shatter the eardrums of warriors.

Even berserkers bathed in moonlight were easily torn apart by it.

That day, Bert's parents were dismembered, his sister was trampled to death while crying out, and his favorite childhood friend, a girl named 'Liyin', was also eaten in half.

Does the 'strong' have the right to act recklessly, while the 'weak' can only swallow their anger and passively endure everything?

Indeed, from that day on, the 'Plains Overlords' were no longer Bert's werewolf tribe, but a 'monster' that ran rampant and roamed the surrounding area.

"Wow, I'm really that weak?"

Mocking his past arrogance and filled with an intense desire for revenge, Bert left his hometown.

He made a decision that went against ancestral precepts...

"Since I'm all alone now, it doesn't matter what happens, right?"

"As long as we can kill that 'monster'."

The young Avengers embarked on their journey.

He received the blessing of 'divine grace', joined the Vida Familia, and became an adventurer.

In the initial period, thanks to his past hunting experience, Bert was completely different from other newcomers. He was not timid, knew how to use 'skills and tactics', and did not do anything like a novice.

He began to gradually become stronger.

His fangs and claws became capable of tearing apart even more terrifying enemies.

He even met the love of his life during this process.

He was an ordinary person who, though 'weak,' was always striving to catch up with himself.

After fighting to the death in the dungeon every day, I can return to my clan's residence and sleep peacefully on her lap.

Occasionally, your ears might feel a little itchy from being teased by the other person, but you don't need to mind it.

After a tender moment, she would lie in his arms and talk about everyday trivialities.

That's probably what 'home' feels like.

He has found his 'home' again.

however……

“Bert, one day you will know the true purpose of your ‘claws’ and ‘fangs’.”

When he realized he had become powerful enough and decided to return to his homeland to fulfill his long-cherished wish of revenge, a sentence from his own god remained vivid in his memory to this day.

Unfortunately, he couldn't listen to any of that at the time.

He was just like any other ruthless thug, grinning at his band members and her, saying, "I'll be back after I kill that guy."

And then, he succeeded.

That night, under the moonlight, he fought a fierce battle against the 'King of the Plains,' tearing off its tortoise-shell-like scales, ripping off the claws that had ripped apart his parents, chopping off the beast's feet that had crushed his sister, and even pulling out the sharp teeth that had bitten his childhood sweetheart one by one.

The price was multiple fractures, leaving him covered in blood after the battle.

But Bert won.

He roared under the moon, as if to say: From now on, nothing can take away everything around me.

He became the 'strongest'.

but……

"why?"

Filled with endless anticipation, Bert, having successfully exacted his revenge, only wanted to return to his new 'home' as soon as possible.

But when he entered the gates of Orario and returned to his clan's camp, he heard devastating news of heavy casualties.

It's a very common occurrence; adventurers encounter 'abnormal situations' in dungeons and then lose many of their companions.

Yes, that's perfectly normal.

Many members of the troupe returned seriously injured, and as the deputy leader... she lost her life while covering her comrades' retreat.

"why?"

Why was I so weak (initially)?

Why, even though I became stronger (later), could I still not protect the 'weak'?

Then... what is the point of me working so hard to hone my 'fangs' and 'claws' and constantly getting stronger?

If you're destined to lose from the start, it's better not to associate with those 'weak' people.

As long as I stay far away from them, then...

"I thought I was just an observer, until I felt such a real touch~?"

"When I see people smiling through their tears, I am no longer just a passerby."

……

"!"

The werewolf youth was slightly dazed.

Unwittingly, the lantern in his hand broke free from its grip and slowly floated upwards.

Without a doubt, given Bert's leg strength, he could easily leap up and retrieve it.

But at that moment, many people around him, like him, subconsciously released the lanterns in their hands.

One by one, the bright lights rose up.

No one needs to shout out unified commands; people simply act subconsciously, following their own 'hearts'.

This world also has pianos and drums.

The learned Rivera could hear that the ever-rising melody symbolized hope.

It is like the rising sun, or like the lanterns that float slowly in the sky these days, as if saying: It's time to move forward.

Even so, those lyrics are still so sad.

So straightforward...

"If I had never known the pain of separation and death, what would I have kept in my heart?"

……

It has reopened old wounds that many people have been reluctant to talk about lately.

It's impossible not to be moved to tears.

It's not just 'recently'.

And then there's the even more distant past...

"A beginning frozen solid?"

The elven woman named 'Lyu Leon' left the forest alone and came to Orario because she disliked everything about her homeland.

Not long after, he was almost kidnapped and sold by a group of thugs.

At that time, the person who lent her a helping hand was a red-haired girl who described herself as 'a busybody'.

Alexandra Rofer